Blinded Lyrics - Singles - Death Of An Artist

Tell me how i'm supposed to feel, 

tell me, how i'm supposed to be 

but don't expect me, 

to let you try and mould me 

I had no choice but to let you go, 

perfect this noise that will let me know, 

before the undertow starts pulling us down. 

brace yourself, for the air 

when it hits your lungs 

feel it coming 

feel it rushing 

you feel alive, 

tell me just one more time, 

why we are here, 

what we should do 

I had no choice but to let you go, 

perfect this noise that will let me go. 

I stand and look upon, 

a man who's living a lie. 

Why does your river run, 

when all my oceans are dry. 

You think that perfect means im willing to die, 

but im not willing to try, 

im gonna stand and survive, 

believe that ill be alright. 

Ill be just fine.